Trinitas Mundus

October 22nd, 3pm.

Hamish, invited by the Duke of Kilgaroho, is invited into the lavish reception room with Ray.

Its reception room was comparatively luxurious during the royal palace's reception, the fuzzy carpet was soft enough to make you wonder if it would sink down to your ankles, and the wall-mounted tapestry was lavish with plenty of gold and silver yarn, with enough to show off the financial strength of the Kilgarojo family.

The Duke had already hung on the couch, with several nobles standing behind him.

When the two come in, the Duke urges them to sit on a luxurious leather sofa.

"I came up by summons. It's Hamish Markat."

When Hamish gives a deep salute in front of the Duke, Ray also bows his head to go with it.

"I won't be so hard on you. Sit there first."

Hamish is more thankful and sits back on the couch.

After wondering what was wrong with Ray, he decided to stand behind Hamish.

(You're not going to sit next to Mr. Hamish. I'm an escort)

The Duke glanced at Ray and said to Hamish, "Is this man an escort?" I ask.

"No, my name is Ray Arklight, I have it in my daughter's fiancée"

The Duke smiled and nodded, urging Ray to sit too.

"Arklight, sit down."

Ray glimpsed the aristocracy standing behind the Duke,

"I am the escort of Captain Markat, so don't worry"

(I can't use respectful language. I can't talk unless you tell me to be rude like Lord Braveburn or the Knights Commander...)

"We don't need escorts. You don't have to worry about those behind you."

Troubled Ray asks Hamish for help, but he has also ordered him to sit with his eyes.

Ray slowly lowered his back as he was about to be drunk by the unpleasant atmosphere in which he was.

And I was wondering if the couch would hurt with my armor so I could escape reality.

(I guess this couch is expensive too? What if I get a scratch on the horn of my armor? They wouldn't say indemnity or anything... but now wasn't the time to think about that...)

And Ray, recovering from the escape from reality, was uncomfortable that Lord Kilgaroho was not what he imagined.

(That's completely different from the image I was listening to. Gray hair, sharp eye-catching ambition glittered, I imagined how advanced nobility is, but you seem like someone with a mild soft feeling...)

When Ray sits down, the Duke gets right to the point.

"That you quelled this uprising, it was daunting. Lord Braveburn's orders?

Hamish does not feel comfortable with the Duke's question and answers it.

"It's my pleasure. His Excellency the Duke of Braveburn has given us the life of a repression."

"Well... I even bothered about Arwell. I did something I'm sorry for."

When the Duke says so, he bows his head toward Hamish.

The nobles who were behind that look raise their voices.

"There is no need for His Excellency to bow his head in mercenary style!

"If you do that, the civilian population will grow!

The Duke turned around and said, "Quiet!" I command you briefly. The nobles stiffen their bodies viciously and immediately bow their heads, but as soon as the Duke turns forward he begins to look unhappy.

(I feel like I'm really in power right now. But you can't have the people around you. I don't understand this situation at all)

"I'm sorry. We don't know who's behind us yet. How endangered our Kilgaroho family is right now."

Ray gives the words an unexpected look of surprise.

"Though a series of disturbances, rust coming out of us, it is impossible for one of us to clean it up in this situation. Well, it would not have been possible for the Knights of the Springs alone. If it didn't work, my mansion might have been destroyed at the hands of the mob."

Ray understood what the Duke was trying to say.

(Indeed, if we had not come out of the Red Arms, the uprising would have been even bigger. If we were an hour late, a full-scale riot would have started and the young people incited by it would have broken the whole place. Once you get rampaged, it won't stop easily. The sense of the Duke is right when it comes to the young people of Kunikuni, who destroyed the city in an anti-Japanese demonstration. But I can't wipe the discomfort...)

The Duke continues his conversation further toward Hamish.

"It's called this one, and you're no wiser than the world says you are. So I'd like to ask you one thing..."

He cuts the words and shows slight hesitation.

The aristocrats behind us raise more grievances and stare at Hamish.

After a slight hesitation, the Duke stared straight at Hamish,

"I want to know what my Kilgaroho family has to do and what they think is close to the people."

Hamish is confused by the sudden inquiry.

He lowered his head deeply,

"I am nothing but a mercenary. I don't have the wisdom to answer your questions."

"I even felt the speech earlier, Non. My Kilgaroho family, no, Noh, has been thinking about the people. Shame on you, but no one can come up with a way to save us at our gates. Whatever. I want to hear your thoughts..."

Suddenly, a young aristocrat in his late twenties, standing behind him, knelt beside the Duke,

"My lord! I can't stand to see any more! Let us be dissatisfied, but any more humbled by the mercenary flair is the breakdown of the flourishing Duke of Kilgaroho family! Whatever, whatever, no more..."

The Duke drinks his nobility.

"Shut up! When did you allow me to speak? I don't even understand that my gate is in a crisis situation, what else can I do!

The young nobleman loses his words to that one drink, keeping his head down, unable to move.

Even Ray, who was watching beside him, was elusive without thinking of the Duke's power.

(Is this what the original Lord Kilgaroho looks like? Even though it wasn't meant for me, I almost lost my head. Unlike Mr. Hamish's, but majestic or aura, the powerful who have been involved in national politics for years, are not powerful......)

Once again, the Duke looked at Hamish,

"You showed me the ugly part. Layer it up, please. Let me know what you think."

Hamish looks in trouble and takes a glimpse of Ray.

Ray had a bad feeling about that gaze.

(No way, you're not swinging at me, are you? Just stop sending the gaze that I'll leave it to you...)

Hamish interpreted Ray's patrol as understanding.

"My lord, as I said earlier, I am just a mercenary. But here we are, Arkwright is my military master and the wiser I ask. I was wondering if it would be possible to answer with this person's thoughts."

To Hamish's words, the Duke stares at Ray and remembers that there is.

"That white armor... I did, but I ask the poem" Ugh, "is it" The White Army "? I didn't know you were so young..."

(How do you even know the Duke? Nevertheless, I wonder if this name will go around from now on......)

"Arklight, if you have an idea, why don't you let me hear it?

Ray steals Hamish. He has Hamish with his eyes. "Answer me. But don't get on with it." He looked like he was saying.

"Your Excellency should already know, such as the idea of a young man like me. I don't have any ideas that would help you."

Ray further declines,

"I don't mind. Any opinion is good. Let me know what you think."

The troubled Ray, after a gentle grace,

"Okay. Some earache opinions, would you mind?

The Duke urges ahead "never mind".

"Now, I wonder if there are four things you can take."

The Duke admires the intelligent way Ray talks and urges him to go ahead and say "Four, go on".

"First, to make an apology and compensation to the victims after clarifying the responsibility for this uprising and punishing those responsible immediately, and secondly, to express regret once again about the actions of Master Arwell, and…"

He hangs up the words here and wonders if we should keep going.

"Ahead, we are in a matter that may be offensive to you. Anyway, I can't talk to you unless you promise me the safety of Captain Markat."

"Let's promise. And Marcat's safety is guaranteed in the name of the Duke of Kilgaroho."

He bowed his head, "Thank you,"

"Thirdly, to take responsibility for this series of disturbances, I would like to state that Your Excellency will give the housekeeper over to your man. And..."

At that moment, he said, "You! Would be disrespectful!," a young nobleman erupts again.

And he was about to slaughter, holding a pattern on his sword, roaring, "As the civilians are of the Duke's house…".

"Shut up! Elliot! You guaranteed your safety in my name! Back off!"

The nobleman, called Elliot, said, "But! I can't hear any more of this!" And he leaned over to the lay men.

"The fool! Do you have any idea what would happen if you slaughtered this man?

And watching Ray quietly watch how it goes.

"Arklight knows that if he is killed, the Kilgaroho family will perish. So stay flat like this! I don't even know that, then I don't deserve to speak on this occasion!

Elliot doesn't know why.

"Where one mercenary slaughtered and killed, I can't even think about the Kilgaroho family swaying the lead Duke's house. Your Excellency is feeling weak. As usual..."

The Duke glances further at the

"If you kill this man, you must also kill Markat. In that case, the mercenaries outside, a thousand mercenaries, will attack us. More importantly, can you kill Markat, the best fierce man in the kingdom with your arms? Even if we can kill Markat, and even more mercenaries return home, the people will attack us. Who's going to stop that? Who stops what even the Knights couldn't stop! The people should not get lost and attack the mansion of my Kilgaroho Gate. There are 100,000 people in the king's capital! There are no more than three hundred soldiers to protect us. How, prevent it! Answer me!

Elliot is pushed by the Duke's sword screen and takes his hand off the sword.

When Ray was overrated, he wanted to scratch his head.

(I didn't have that deep idea, so I wasn't flat out... even if this “so amateur” aristocrat slashed me, there's no way I'd lose, and I just could afford it because I thought Mr. Hamish would keep me down the minute it was slashed... Hi, what is it? ”Hello effect” sounds like it's working...)

Elliot backs off amazingly and has a regrettable look on his face.

(Also, I guess I made enemies. I feel like Mr. Hamish is staring, and I guess he'll be pissed off later...)

The Duke, totally unaware of Ray's insides, urges ahead.

"I'm sorry, can you keep going?"

"It is important to announce as soon as possible that Your Excellency gives the housekeeper over to your man. And the man who gave the housekeeper away will hang the bounty on Master Arwell. It's life or death."

The Duke listened to Ray and was nodding,

"I knew what you were thinking. I have a few questions. I know the first and the second. I don't even know the third, but may I wait for Your Majesty's permission?

"This uprising began with distrust of the royal family and the Duke of Kilgaroho's house. It is important to impose on ourselves what we consider to be the toughest disposition before someone tells us to do so, and to inform citizens about it as soon as possible. People believe what they want to believe. If they hear you were going to do that later, they won't believe anyone who doesn't believe in it. I was wondering if it was important to publish the rumors yourself before they even came out."

"I see," the Duke nodded loudly.

"If you are prepared to do so, your majesty and the other dukes tell you that the impression of the people is different when you go ahead and do it yourself. So should I assume that the last bounty thing is the same?

"Yes, if your man receives the housekeeper, there is no chance that Master Arwell will succeed the housekeeper. Even more so, for your man, Arwell's presence is a kobu above his eyes. If you multiply this by a large bounty for" no matter what life or death, "does everyone think that the Kilgaroho family wishes for Master Arwell's death?

"No matter how much excuse we make, the people believe what they want to believe... then we know very well that we should make sure the people want to believe... That's a” white warrior ". You got a successor, Markut. Well, why don't you put this guy in my son's stomach?

"As for the matter..."

When Hamish tries to say something, the Duke blocks the word, as he recalls.

"I'm sorry. Lord Braveburn has already kept an eye on you. Forget the words now. Later, it won't come true for Lord Braveburn to complain. Ha-ha-ha!

The Duke laughs out like a blowout.

"Arklight, such a dedication, was brilliant. Now the Kilgaroho family can get rid of the crisis too. Arklight, Markut, this time it was daunting. Take the reward. Let me know if you want."

Hamish takes a glimpse of Ray and then shakes his neck to the side.

"There is no need to reward us. If possible, we ask you to turn that reward to the victims of the advance party, the riots."

"Then there's no greed. Um, okay, let's do it that way."

And towards the aristocrats standing behind,

"To serve these people is an act of hatred against our Duke's house. Well, then I don't see how these people could do this with a degree of wisdom and power. No, I can't do this. Good, I'll tell you again. It is forbidden to serve these people. You got it."

The nobles feel reluctant and bow their heads.

At the end of the interview, Ray and Hamish joined the Marcut Mercenaries waiting outside the Duke's residence.

The moment away from the Duke's residence, Hamish's thunder falls on Ray.

"You're always on track. I didn't expect you to say that to Lord Kilgaroho. With you, I don't care how many lives I have."

Ray is somewhat dissatisfied,

"But Mr. Hamish waved at me. I didn't want to, but I signaled with my eyes."

"Wasn't that what you meant by understanding? I thought you were gonna make it."

The two laughed out at the same time and the mercenaries around them who couldn't keep up with the story looked at it strangely.